The Last American Cowboy

by Vanessa Devereaux

  A clap of thunder sounded as he’d said that, so I was wondering if I’d heard correctly.

  “I mean, you don’t want to stand there in sopping wet clothing, right?”

  “No, no, I don’t.”

  “There’s a bathroom through there and some towels if you want to dry yourself off.”

  “That would be great.”

  A streak of lightning flashed across the room as I put the camera down on the desk and headed back to the bathroom. I switched on the light and heard a crack of thunder directly overhead. Some white towels hung on a bar over the sink. Not bath-sized, but they’d do the job.

  I took off my sweatshirt and set it over the sink. Next, I unclasped my bra, slipped it down my arms, and hung it on the bar. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down my legs, and they were so wet that my panties clung to them. I squeezed both pieces of clothing over the sink and hung them on the taps.

  After grabbing a towel, I rubbed it over my body. The roughness of material felt amazingly good as it glided over my breasts but, then again, my body was already in a heightened state after meeting Blake.

  I shut my eyes, just thinking about me being naked and him being only a few feet away behind the closed door of the bathroom. My pussy was still wet and not from the rain. I ran my index finger over my clit and down my folds and wiped my entrance. Yep, I was on fire. If I wanted to get that cowboy out there between my legs—and, oh yes, I did—maybe I’d have to show him I was interested. I wrapped the towel around me. It covered me but, because of its small size, it barely covered my ass. Perfect for showing him just what I had to offer.

  I walked out of the bathroom, hearing the rain beat down on the building’s metal roof. What I saw took me by surprise. Blake had also taken off his clothes, and here he sat on an office chair with just a towel secured around his waist.

  If I wasn’t convinced before that I wanted this cowboy to fuck me, once I saw his hair slicked back, the stubble on his chin, the mat of hair on his chest, and his six-pack abs, I knew I wouldn’t leave here happy until we’d done the deed.

  He lifted up a beer bottle. “Can I get you one while we wait out this storm?”

  “Sure, sounds perfect.”

  “Sorry I can’t offer you anything but beer, but that’s all I keep in here.”

  “Fine with me.”

  He reached behind him, opened a mini-bar door, and pulled out a beer bottle. I walked over to the desk and leaned against it as he twisted off the top and handed it to me.

  Blake glanced down at my bare legs as I took my first swig. I’m not usually a beer drinker but one, I was thirsty, and two, I thought if I drank enough of this stuff, it would give me the courage to seduce him.

  It was my turn to take a sly look this time. The bulge under the towel looked very promising. Either he had a good-size dick, or he was already slightly aroused. Either way, it was good news.

  “Feel better without your clothes on?” he asked.

  Did that have a double meaning? “Much,” I said before taking another swig.

  “Sorry about spending your time in this place drinking beer.”

  “It’s not so bad, and I’m sure we could put the time to good use.”

  His hand went to my knee and caressed it. His fingers were calloused and rough, but it made the feeling even more thrilling. He walked them up my leg. I closed my eyes and perched myself on the desk as he used the wheels on the chair to creep closer to me. His hand rested on my thigh as he looked up at me.

  “Maybe you could continue with your interview while we’re here.” He squeezed my thigh this time.

  “Sure, where did we leave off?”

  “I told you I didn’t have a girlfriend.”

  “That’s right.”

  “You want to know about my sex life?” he said.

  “Yeah. When’s the last time you had a good fuck?” Wow, did I really ask him that?

  His hand inched farther up my thigh, now almost touching my mound. He pulled on a few strands of my pubic hair. “I had sex six weeks ago with a woman I went to high school with, but it wasn’t very good. So the last great fuck… Well, it’s been so long I can’t remember. How about you?”

  “I thought the interview was about you.”

  I wanted to slide my legs open and let him explore, but taking it slow like this was so much more exciting.

  “It is, but I’d like to know more about you, too.”

  “Last great one was three years ago.”

  “Then I’d say we’re both in need and due one.” His index finger slid into my curls. “I thought all city girls got waxed down here.” He ran his fingers through my hair.

  “Not me. Okay, here’s a question for you. You ever touch a city girl’s pussy?”

  “Nope, but I think I’m about to.” We didn’t take our eyes off one another as he ran his finger over my clit and across my slit. “You always this wet and hot down here?”

  “Nope, must be because I’m near a cowboy.”

  “I think you might need a little cooling down.” With his other hand, he reached up, pulled the towel off my body, and threw it on the floor.

  “Like what you see?” I was brazen and leaned back on my elbows, so my breasts pushed out and hopefully looked bigger. That was assuming he liked large boobs.

  “Oh, yeah, pretty dark pink nipples.”

  He stood up, put his hands over my breasts, and squeezed as he kissed me. The roughness of his skin on mine sent my pussy into a frenzy. It pulsed and ached now.

  Blake pushed me flat on the desk and let his mouth make a trail from my lips, down past my windpipe, and into the hollow between my breasts. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked while flicking the other. He pulled it, almost to the point where it hurt, but then soothed it by rubbing my tit until it turned into a hard, little stone.

  His mouth left my breast and traveled down my belly. He flicked his tongue into its button then put his hands on my knees and pushed my legs apart. “Let’s see if you girls from the city look the same as the country ones.” For several minutes, he didn’t take his eyes off the spot between my legs.

  “So what do you think?” I asked.

  “Certainly better than a country girl’s. I don’t think I’ve seen a woman with such thick pubic hair that looks and feels like black velvet.” He ran his hand over it before sitting back down and wheeling the chair closer to me. I leaned back on my arms again, hoping I could see by the look on his face what he was thinking right that minute. I just hoped he was considering having sex.

  He ran his finger down the middle of my folds, grazing my clit and slit and ending with a playful tap on my anus. Next, he spread my nether lips, and I felt cool air pass over my entrance.

  “I read that you can tell how easily a woman climaxes by the size of her clit.”

  “First I’ve heard of it,” I said.

  He rubbed it, sending shivers—the very good kind—down my legs.

  “If it’s true then I’m guessing, by the size of yours, I wouldn’t need to do much work on you down here.” This time he gave it a playful pinch between his thumb and forefinger. It hurt but then suddenly felt so very, very good.

  “One way to find out,” I said. It was my turn to give him a playful grin.

  I barely had a chance to catch my breath before his finger slid into me. My pussy clenched as he began sliding it back and forth. Within seconds, his middle finger had joined it. He plunged them deep inside then pulled them out almost to the point where they exited my body, only to plunge them back into me but deeper and harder on each movement.

  Sensations were building down there already. I flopped back on the desk and pushed my feet down hard on its surface, squeezing my ass cheeks together to enjoy the ride he was taking me on.

  I wiggled as he drove hard into me. I usually got some warning when I was about to climax, like a pulling in my belly, but this one took me by surprise.

  “Shit, that was great,” I said, shaking from head to
toe.

  “Yeah, I’d say that article is dead accurate,” said Blake.

  I sat up and looked at him through my parted legs. He was now standing over me. I pushed my leg under his towel and placed my foot on his cock. It was rock hard up on his belly and, oh my, were all cowboys this well endowed?

  I gave it a playful push with my big toe.

  “Hey, hey, I just realized I don’t have any condoms in this damn place.” He pushed me down and kissed me. “So don’t you dare get me worked up because, yeah, we could fuck, and I could pull out of you before the deed was over, but that felt like one hot, tight little pussy, and I don’t think I could do it. The last thing I want to do is get you pregnant.”

  I slid my middle finger down the side of his face. “Nope, I wouldn’t want that to happen either.”

  “Now, how about us getting one of the famous steaks at your hotel? Room service, of course. I’ll bring the condoms, and we can pick up where we left off.”

  Chapter Four

  Was I dreaming or what? I know I sped on my way back to the hotel. When I got there, I rushed to my room, almost knocking over the maid’s cart that sat outside the room next to mine. I swiped the entry pad with my card and swore when it wouldn’t open the first time. I was on edge, sexed up, and knew what would bring me instant relief.

  The door opened, and I rushed inside, slamming it behind me. I literally ran over to my suitcase and pulled out the zippered bag containing my vibrator. I pulled the drapes, took off my jeans and panties, which were still damp, and sat on the bed.

  I prayed I’d charged the batteries up enough before I’d left my house the day before. I pressed the on switch. Yep, it was humming nicely. I switched it off again.

  This was all Blake’s fault, getting me all worked up like he had. I scooted myself up the bed, rested my back on the pillows, and spread my legs.

  I was still wet from him giving me that great orgasm…. Yes, the ride in the car from his ranch to the hotel had been uncomfortable. I wouldn’t need to do much prepping to get myself ready for playtime today. The vibrator felt ice cold compared to my hot pussy as I gently slid it inside. My muscles clenched around it as I hit the on button with my thumb.

  All the time it was going to work on me, I visualized what it would be like when Blake was between my legs, pounding into my pussy. Shit, I couldn’t wait. I turned the vibrator up a notch and pushed my butt up in the air, which brought about a fantastic climax. My vibrator was great, but I sensed Blake Whelan would do even more for me.

  * * * * *

  The steaks arrived but no cowboy. I lifted the silver dome, my mouth watering when I saw the huge slab of meat, a baked potato, and a tossed salad sitting on the tray. I wondered if Blake had changed his mind about tonight. If that was the case, I’d be eating two steaks and spending the night with my vibrator. There was a knock on the door just as I put the lid back over the plate.

  When I peered through the peephole, there stood Blake, cowboy hat on his head and a bunch of flowers…daisies, sunflowers—you name it—in his hand. I opened the door.

  “These are for you, Ms. Spencer,” he said.

  “Wow, I didn’t expect flowers.” I took them from him and invited him inside.

  “A cowboy never fucks a lady without giving her a gift first.”

  “Is that something I should include in the article?”

  “Hell, no, that would spoil it for other guys.”

  I laughed and smelled the flowers before setting them down on the table. Blake took a box of condoms out of his pocket and threw them onto the bed.

  “We’re all set this time,” he said. He took off his jacket and placed it on the chair by the window. I walked over to him, grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him. “I’m all ready, but our steak dinners are getting cold.”

  “Okay, lady, let’s get me filled with some protein, and I’ll give you a night you won’t ever forget.”

  Chapter Five

  The sexual tension between us was like a thunderstorm brewing in the hotel room. We played footsie under the table as we ate. As we finished off the steaks, I lifted the hem of his jeans with my toes.

  “They say you shouldn’t fuck on a full stomach,” he said.

  “I thought that was swimming.”

  He grinned across the table at me before leaning back and rubbing his belly. “So what do you think of Montana steaks?”

  “They’re as delicious as the cowboys.”

  “Hey, you know what they say about flattery?”

  “Gets you nowhere?”

  “With me, it gets you a hell of a lot.”

  He stood and offered me his hand. I placed mine in it and stood. He pulled me in close, allowing my tummy to bump into his already rock-hard cock. Blake kissed me as he lifted up my dress, put his hands underneath it, and placed them on my ass cheeks. He gave each one a playful pinch.

  “Tight little ass…nice little ass,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Pilates,” I whispered back.

  “My, aren’t we posh. You city girls should try riding horses or, better yet, cowboys.”

  “So that really tightens your butt?”

  “And other things. I bet not even Pilates can tone that muscle.” He tugged at my panties, sliding them down over my ass until they fell past my knees and onto the floor by my ankles.

  I unbuttoned his blue cowboy shirt and kissed his chest. The hairs tickled my nose, and I got the scent of soap and aftershave—maybe cologne. Woodsy, spicy, all man, all cowboy. Next, I pulled his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms and tossed it across the room.

  He was even more delicious tonight. I couldn’t resist him as my dessert and ran my tongue up the center of his belly, its hair abrasive against my tongue. I was in charge now. He’d given me one hell of an orgasm earlier that day, so he deserved the same from me.

  I pushed him backwards by pressing my hands on his chest. I stepped out of my panties as I backed him up against the wall. I hadn’t realized I’d been so aggressive until I heard his back hit the plaster with a thud.

  “A lady who knows what she wants. I like that.”

  I loosened the leather belt on his jeans and popped open the button. Parting both sides of the pants, I kneeled and tugged them down his legs. I looked up, noting immediately the lovely-sized bulge in his boxer shorts. I reached up and pulled them down, having a tough time getting the material over his dick. He helped me out, and soon his shorts sat atop the jeans around his ankles.

  Wow, was all that came to mind when I looked up at the view. Were all cowboys built like this? I ran my hands up his legs, feeling hair and muscle beneath my palms.

  His cock sat up proudly on his belly. Shit. Was my pussy big enough to accommodate it? Guess we’d soon find out. His pubic hair was a shade darker than that on his head, and there was lots of it, too. His balls were pretty spectacular as well. They hung on his thighs and looked like they were just waiting to be touched. I brushed them with my fingertips and couldn’t wait any longer. I ran my hand up his cock, hearing him draw in his breath. Were my hands cold, or was my touch that erotic?

  I took his dick into my mouth and licked the top like it was ice cream that was partially melting and dripping down the side of the cone. Blake’s hands moved through my hair as I sucked and licked the entire length then gave an extra hard one to its head.

  He obviously liked that because his fingers dug into my scalp. I took him deeper inside my mouth as he started to thrust gently toward the back of my throat and moaned. I reached up, pushed my hands between the wall and his butt, and squeezed his ass. Firm and muscled like his legs. I wondered if he’d gotten into this great shape by riding horses or women.

  “Where did you learn to do this? Shit, you’re driving me crazy.”

  His voice was husky now, his hips thrusting harder, his feet getting fidgety. He was on the edge and, as I’m not one for swallowing, I took him as close as I safely could and, the second I felt his cock pulsat
ing on the roof of my mouth and heard him groan, I pulled his dick out of my mouth and placed it between my breasts. He climaxed onto me seconds later.

  “Holy fuck, you city girls sure know how to use your mouths on a man’s dick.” I sat down and looked up at him. His head rested on the wall while he tried to get his breath back to a normal rate. “Okay, now what shall we do while I recharge my cock?”

  I scooted back against the wall and brought my knees up so the soles of my feet were flat on the carpet. Blake sat down, too, and moved toward me. He pushed my knees apart.

  “That obviously turned you on, because you’re glistening down there.”

  “Yeah, cowboy, you know how to excite a woman even without touching her.”

  He moved in closer and kissed me. His hand rested on my belly for a few seconds before taking a trip through my pubic hair and beyond. His thumb stroked my clit. I moaned even though his mouth was still on mine.

  “You prefer the man to focus on your clit or your pussy before you have sex?”

  “Wow, I’ve never had a guy offer me a choice before.” We both laughed. “And the answer to the question is, I love both…equally.”

  “Mmm, maybe I should concentrate on them both at the same time then.”

  I wasn’t sure what he was about to do when he pushed my legs farther apart, placed his left index finger on my clit, and slid two fingers of his other hand inside my pussy. Both moves made me gasp, because his fingers were cold but nevertheless felt so great. He pressed the fingers inside me upwards and pounded them into me as his other finger massaged my clit.

  Shit, it was getting tingly down there already. I rested my head back on the wall, closed my eyes, and gave short, fast pants like a woman in labor.

  Blake pulled the two fingers inside me apart while thrusting harder. His other finger circled my clit with more intensity. I gripped the carpet with my toes, feeling heat and a pulling sensation travel from my belly down through my vagina and back into my anus.